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Chapter Twenty-Three

Prisoners of Lust

 

“Lee me `lone,” mumbled a sleeping Seifer.

 

Groaning in annoyance, Squall squirmed within the blond's embrace. “Let go,” he hissed.

 

Muscular arms squeezed the commander's lithe body tighter. “Go `way,” Seifer replied, burying his head between the pillow and the crook of a slim neck.

 

Squall rolled his eyes. “I would, but you're holding on to me,” he half shouted.

 

For the past five minutes, Squall had been attempting to get up. Seifer was proving to be an intolerable hindrance in his attempts. The knight slept soundly while holding him captive, and regardless of the warmth and comfort of the position, he still wanted to move.

 

Cracking an eye open, Seifer looked at the mussed chocolate hair and smiled contently. The moment he had first felt the commander stir, he had made certain to hold on firmly. “Can you blame me?” he asked with nip to the back of the brunet's neck.

 

“You're awake,” Squall accused.

 

“Of course, love,” Seifer replied roguishly.

 

Gazing narrowly at the wall, Squall shifted again, intent on getting out of the bed.

 

Not wanting to anger the brunet, Seifer loosened his hold. The commander didn't respond kindly to force, at least for the most part. His mind recalled how responsive the hidden sex demon inside the boy had been to his domineering ways only hours ago. Lewd images flooded his mind. He might consider it a fair exchange to lose an arm in order to hold onto his rival for a few more minutes.

 

Sitting up on propping arms, Squall felt an odd soreness in his lower back that wasn't the same as the stiffness in the rest of his muscles. It was a few thoughtful moments before he realized the raw sensation was the result of the ex-knight's penetration. Abashed, he valiantly hid his emotions. There was little point in becoming embarrassed after the fact.

 

Glancing to the tanned man beside him, Squall met watchful green eyes. Somehow, the blond almost looked hurt that he wanted to leave. Sighing, he leaned over, holding the blond's gaze as he drew closer. Before he could close the distance completely, a tender hand came up to his face. The knight stroked his cheek and traced a thumb across the corner of his mouth. At the prick of pain in his lip, he remembered biting it too harshly earlier. Smiling slightly, he said, “I think our spars are less rough.”

 

Drawing an index finger along a pale cheek, Seifer regarded the brunet apologetically. He knew he had been a bit too rough, especially considering the enticingly innocent boy had been a virgin. “I'm sorry.”

 

Furrowing his brows, Squall pulled away from the blond's touch. Shaking his head in disapproval, he said, “That's too bad. I thought I'd had sex with Seifer Almasy, not some second guessing push over.” Feigning disappointment, he sighed.

 

“Push over?” Seifer questioned incredulously.

 

“Hmm,” Squall sounded in affirmation, accompanied with a small nod.

 

Mumbling under his breath, Seifer pounced up from his reclining position. Hovering over the smaller man, he glared. “Push over?” he questioned once more in a near growl.

 

Squall almost laughed at the way those jade eyes seemed to dance. As Seifer drew close, trying to be menacing, he smirked.

 

Seifer cocked an eyebrow at the smirk the commander gave.

 

Swiftly, Squall pushed up and reversed their position. His actions spoke clearly. The imperturbable expression on the handsome knight's face was betrayed by the dancing fire in green eyes. He couldn't help but find the blond's defensive nature amusing. He laughed, letting the ego-abused man know that he was simply having a small amount of fun. It was rare that he could be the one goading the blond into an argument. Then again, he usually didn't try to pick fights.

 

Glaring sardonically, Seifer looked slightly less amused than his unusually playful counter part. As soft lips pressed against his own, his anger quickly dissipated. Sadly, before he could twine his fingers in silky hair and deepen the kiss beyond the chaste touch that it was, the commander pulled away and moved to get out of bed.

 

With a final kiss, Squall decided to let Seifer mull over whatever qualms he might have over their pleasurable escapades.

 

Simply standing held a painful surprise for Squall when his legs nearly gave out. Reluctantly, he glanced back at the blond. Not wanting to see sympathy or apology in green eyes, he was relieved and mildly annoyed at what he found. The ex-knight reclined leisurely with hands behind his head and a bare chest on display. With an arrogant grin in place, sparkling eyes were highly amused.

 

Flashing a broad smile and showing off his pearly whites, Seifer questioned rhetorically, “I'm that good, huh?”

 

Scowling, Squall shot daggers at the ex-knight. The proud man continued to smile, his usual cocky manner restored. After a moment, he broke down and gave a faint smile. He much preferred the cocky asshole to the diffident man he had seen briefly a moment ago. He supposed sex tended to move people in odd ways, striking deeply rooted chords that were rarely plucked.

 

Straightening, Squall hid the grimace that threatened to surface with the effort such a simply act took. He tried to keep his steps as normal as possible, though he wasn't sure what that was since he didn't usually walk around with such acute pain in his ass. Moving about the room rather slowly, he gathered a fresh set of clothes, not the least bit hesitant to be nude while doing so. SeeD members hardly had the luxury of modesty, especially on missions in close quarters for extended amounts of time. Secretly, he rather enjoyed the sudden gleam Seifer's eye showed while watching him.

 

With his clothes, Squall left the room and headed for the bathroom. A hot shower would be quite welcome. He didn't feel dirty exactly and certainly not disgusted by what he had realized was dry semen on his inner thighs, but it was uncomfortable and he couldn't very well arrive at his office in such a state.

 

Once the commander was out of sight, Seifer slouched and hit his head against the pillow a few times. Groaning, he sighed exasperatingly, “Cock tease.”

 

Casting the sheets aside, Seifer regarded his hardening member with a bothersome glare. His lovely little princess was more than a tease when walking around with that firmly sculpted body entirely on display. He had witnessed the marks he had left the night before, which stood proudly as testimony that Squall was now his.

 

“Hyne,” he mumbled, wondering just how he would manage to juggle his duties as a bodyguard when he doubted his ability to keep his hands off his charge. Worse yet, he seriously suspected that he was falling in love. He cared far more than usual and his heart beat madly every time bright grey-blue eyes looked at him. It was disconcerting that he had only been back a couple days and falling prey to wiles his rival didn't even know how to use. Had he gone soft?

 

--

 

Hot water shot out of the showerhead in a fast torrent. First feeling with his hand to test the temperature, Squall noted with relief that his fingers were back to normal. No longer dulled to hot or cold, he felt the soothing heat for what it was.

 

Stepping beneath the spray, he let the water wash over him. Warmth spread through his body. With a deep sigh, he let the torrent massage and sooth his body. His sopping hair hung down his neck, while near black strands shielded his eyes. He raked a hand through the darkened mop to see clearly.

 

Once he had washed himself thoroughly, inside and out, he felt inclined to linger a few extra moments and let the water spray on his lower back.

 

At length, he turned the faucet off, his thoughts straying to the eventful night he had experienced. The idea of sex was no longer set in textbook terms for him. He had learned first hand why a man would choose to be fucked. Though he had his doubts in the beginning when Seifer's invasion had been nothing but painful, he had experienced the ecstasy such penetration could bring. Once again, Seifer had shown him pleasure beyond his expectations.

 

Desire stirring, Squall shook his head to dispel lewd thoughts from his mind. Irvine was the one obsessed with sex, not him. Though, he couldn't deny that he was hopeful of repeating the act again. He had never really believed sex could be as enjoyable as the glorified stories, but it actually was.

 

Focusing on the day ahead, Squall walked back into the bedroom while ruffling his hair with a towel. The ex-knight had gone so far as to dress in a pair of boxers while gathering the sheets and bedding together to be laundered. They had made a bit of a mess.

 

As Seifer walked past the commander to shove the sheets down the shoot in the bathroom, he ruffled the boy's damp mop of hair and said sternly, “Don't leave without me.” He could tell by the trademark black leather pants and white shirt, that Squall was ready to work straight through the next forty-eight hours. Not waiting for a response, since he wasn't likely to get one, he left the room.

 

Although Squall felt compelled to go to his office, he was inexplicably bound to wait for the blond. It was annoying. He contented himself with finishing the progress reports he had yet to log.

 

Squall sorely discovered that he couldn't work at either the desk in his room or small kitchen nook. He was resigned to sitting on the couch where he could gently rest against the cushions. With a bottle of water as breakfast and his laptop, he logged all the numbers into the system.

 

It was imperative to maintain a balance in the cadets learning, and the logs were basically progress reports that would let him know who was lacking in what areas. It would also help him decide whom to approve for specialty training, which was always a difficult decision. His own decision to become a gunblade specialist had almost been disapproved, which was something he tried to take into consideration when facing cadets who were not suited for a certain weapon. There was limitless potential in everyone, and his job as headmaster was to cultivate it. Currently, he was working to alter the curriculum and give a broader range of basic skills to everyone. A SeeD who could use a pole arm to defeat an entire squadron was useless if that same SeeD couldn't fire a gun accurately or use magic.

 

Finishing his task quickly, Squall scolded himself for not doing it sooner. He had barely done anything since Seifer's return.

 

The door to the bathroom opened abruptly and ended Squall's internal monologue on responsibility. Stalking out in naught but dark blue jeans and a towel over his shoulders, the ex-knight didn't even spare him a glance before moving to the other room.

 

As Seifer walked into his own room to grab a shirt and his gunblade, he called back, “There's something you should know.” He was already grimacing at the unsavory reaction the brunet would have at learning that he had kept Fenrir's death a temporary secret.

 

Immediately suspicious, Squall stared intently after the ex-knight's form. “What?” he asked solemnly.

 

“Can you at least agree not to kill me?” Seifer called out. Searching through a large unpacked duffel bag, he selected a random shirt.

 

“Seifer,” Squall replied in a dangerous tone. He suspected it had something to do with why the blond was on the phone with Quistis earlier. He should have questioned the matter before.

 

With his hands through two sleeves, Seifer paused a moment. He tried to decipher any undertones in the commander's voice. The brunet had a million different ways of saying a single word, which was exactly why the quiet man hardly needed to string more than two words together to convey a point. “Can I get your word on my life first?” he asked, slightly in jest. He shrugged the rest of the way into the shirt and waited.

 

Squall sat poised on the couch, his legs drawn up with his laptop in his lap. Tilting his head slightly, damp strands of hair shifted across his cheek and inadvertently send a cold chill down his neck. He thought for a few moments, trying to gauge the situation without being told anything. He was upset that his entire world had turned upside down and when he should have been wrought with anxiety, he was only mildly unsettled. Seifer was a bad influence because the man was such a strong influence.

 

“Squall?” Seifer asked tentatively, walking to the doorway and glancing at the brunet when he received no answer. The pale ice prince sat comfortably while in silent thought. He knew that look very well. Head angled to the side and lips pouted, while that sharp brain worked swiftly to piece some puzzle together.

 

“The missile was from Esthar, right?” Covering all his bases, Squall decided that he'd confirm what he thought he already knew.

 

Green eyes gazed piercingly across the room. What was his little lion up to now? “Yes,” he responded, wary of the boy's reaction to the news.

 

Squall had no intention of killing the man he had recently slept with, but might consider breaking a few fingers depending on what the ex-knight was trying to tell him. “Dollet was unharmed, unless there were ships that left harbor early. Did President Loire call?” he questioned, still trying to reason things out on his own.

 

Seifer grinned when he realized what the perceptive boy was trying to do. It wouldn't work. The last thing Squall would guess would be that Fenrir was dead.

 

“Is this something I need to know before I deal with what happened in Dollet?” It felt odd to refer to all his troubles as though they existed elsewhere. Squall realized his reason for feeling at ease was that his troubles seemed to exist outside of his dormitory, as though there were two separate worlds and the conflicts didn't carry over. When had the small apartment become some safe haven?

 

Giving up, Seifer rubbed the back of his neck and told the commander the news. “Governor Fenrir was assassinated early this morning. About an hour after the missile hit.”

 

Not reacting immediately, Squall stared. When the news settled in, stormy blue eyes widened. Not even wasting his time on cursing, he scrambled from the couch. Having just enough sense to lift his laptop up instead of letting it fall, he set it down so quickly that the papers on the coffee table scattered messily. “My blade?” he inquired, on his way to the door.

 

“My room,” Seifer answered, moving from sight to retrieve the item.

 

Hastily, Squall pulled his boots on and laced them up. Swinging his jacket around, he slipped into it and habitually jerked on the front of it to set it into proper place. Even though he had no clue what all it meant, he felt a sinking feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach. The last time he had felt such trepidation had been when they'd learned that a more powerful sorceress had been controlling Edea. Taking Lionheart from Seifer's hands, he secured it at his hip with deft ease.

 

“So, I'm off the hook?” Seifer asked, regretting his words instantly. The worried commander seemed to have completely forgotten his intentional indiscretion. Why in Hyne's name had he reminded the temperamental boy? Perhaps he was curious how far he could push his charge before reaching a limit. Withholding such important information was definitely pushing the boundaries on their tentative relationship, especially since he had used the time in between to take the angry kitten's virginity.

 

Teeth clenching, Squall glared at the blond. Intentions not quite clear, he sauntered closer. Thinking for a quick moment, he wondered how he should punish his overbearing bodyguard. While he was livid, he had instinctively decided to save punishment until later. Feeling confident within the confines of his apartment, where the rules were apparently different and he could do or say whatever he pleased without inhibition, he settled on a rather unconventional means of punishment.

 

Seifer watched as enraged kitten stepped closer. The smile that played across those soft lips was far from reassuring.

 

“I'll forget it, if you can keep your hands to yourself,” Squall said, a challenging undertone lacing his softly spoken words.

 

Before Seifer could question what the younger man meant, he was stunned into absolute silence. Standing on his tiptoes, the smaller man pressed him back and kissed him in an achingly sensual manner. Delicate fingers ran through his still damp hair, sending shivers along his spine.

 

Pressing closer, Squall rubbed his hip against the ex-knight's crotch. The intent was to arouse Seifer with as little consequence to himself. He continued to kiss the blond while deviously rubbing the man's groin. It was most unlike him, but in his upside down world where lust and desire suddenly existed, it was the perfect punishment.

 

Not able to keep from compromising himself, Squall began to lose sight of his objective. Breaking away, he ended the kiss before it was too late. Raking his fingers across the soft material of the older boy's grey shirt, he repeatedly grazed hardening nipples. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the movement of the blond's arms. To his dismay, the man stopped before touching him.

 

Kissing Seifer again, Squall continued to push the blond closer to the breaking point. Trailing from the taller man's lips, he clutched at the cotton shirt and used it as leverage to reach higher. Lips moving along a stubble free jaw line, he made his way to a soft earlobe. Nipping at it, he ground his hips against the ex-knight's bulging arousal. Licking the shell of the man's ear, he stilled briefly when he saw needy arms move again. Sensing the aroused man was about to crack, he whispered heatedly into the man's ear, “I want you inside of me again.”

 

Seifer's breath hitched while his mind continued to shout every curse he knew, some in different languages. Unable to restrain himself any longer, he swiftly wrapped his arms around the lithe man pressing against his body. Promptly setting claim on plush lips, he plundered the boy's sweet mouth as he lost to lust.

 

Dangerously close to losing himself, Squall broke away and squirmed out of the embrace. Panting slightly, he shook his head to clear it. “Then it's settled, you'll pay later.” Needing distance from the object of his desires, he stalked out the door.

 

It took Seifer a long moment to figure out what had happened. He became angry. If he weren't so hopeful about fucking the brunet later on and living to grin about it, he would have run after the taunting boy and screwed that pert ass against the nearest wall.

 

Left alone, Seifer banged his head back against the wall while muttering curses under his breath. He would have to trail after the commander after taking care of his raging hard on. “That was harsh,” he mumbled to an imaginary sympathetic ear. Retreating farther into the apartment, he stormed to the bathroom to relieve himself.

 

Seifer had underestimated the puberty boy. The sexy commander was a frighteningly fast learner, capable of using seductive wiles without much practice. Then again, the brunet's fumbling attempts hadn't really been very well executed. He feared the problem wasn't Squall learning the art of seduction, but his feelings regarding the boy making him weak against even the briefest of touches.

 

 

TBC…